Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia Our time is forever now.

I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.

your soul is an inner something that is another you and hardly anybody knows what it's really thinkin' except you.

writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.

Some truth has no nourishment in it.

Where did we get the idea of insultin' folks by pointin' out their age? ... It seems that we think youth is some special accomplishment brought about by the individual himself!

Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. We are uncommonly and marvelously intricate in thought and action, our problems are most complex and, too often, silently borne.